Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.